Lyricist : Tucker Wetmore/Jacob Hackworth/Justin Ebach

Composer : Tucker Wetmore/Jacob Hackworth/Justin Ebach

Usually see her with some sauvignon blanc in her glass

Sipping slow down, she ain't out tipping it back

But if you see her out tonight, she'll be flirting with Jack

Yeah, and l'm the only one to blame

Ain't the 90 proof type but tonight it'll work

Anything to numb the pain or to drown out the hurt

Tried to tell her 'bout my kind, and boy, did she learn

I just ain't the type of soul you save

But she tried

And i did

What l do best

I took a good thing and l turned it into goodbye

Took the fire in her eyes, put it on ice

Turned that angel's world upside down

Dipped her wings in Tennessee brown

I turned her callin' me into callin' me a mistake

Turned her heart of gold into a heartbreak

lf I was her, l'd damn sure hate me

I turned her love into pain and her wine into whiskey

She said

I was misunderstood but l proved her wrong

l'm the same old me that l've been all along

Now she's lookin' for some peace in a bottle of strong

Me and number seven gettin gone

I took a good thing and l turned it into goodbye

Took the fire in her eyes, put it on ice

Turned that angel's world upside down

Dipped her wings in Tennessee brown

I turned her callin' me into callin' me a mistake

Turned her heart of gold into a heartbreak

lf I was her, l'd damn sure hate me

I turned her love into pain and her wine into whiskey

Yeah, she tried

And l did

What l do best

I took a good thing and l turned it into goodbye

Took the fire in her eyes, put it on ice

Turned that angel's world upside down

Dipped her wings in Tennessee brown

I turned her callin' me into callin' me a mistake

Turned her heart of gold into a heartbreak

If l was her, l'd damn sure hate me

I turned her love into pain and her wine into whiskey